Chapter 349 Proserpina

• Pamela Hawkins was in a cottage. She guessed it was some kind of holding house. Feminine touches, slight yet evident, stood out in the small detached villa that was surrounded by a high wall, with guards around.
• She shifted uneasily.
• Pamela had been brought to this new destination the previous night. In a swift and unexpected motion, a couple of guards had entered the room. Danille Eton stood behind them, her arms crossed, her face haggard, definitely an unwell woman.